The other day at my local supermarket, little L in tow. I was scanning the tinned tomatoes aisle (exciting stuff, I know), when a good looking guy peeked around the corner, checking us out. I had seen him earlier upon entering the store. Our eyes had met and he looked as if he’d been stricken […]
St Tropez surely isn’t the first place that pops into mind when speaking of beach holidays with children in tow. However, for those who don’t want to change their usual vacation habits, the beautiful little southern French village and its surroundings offer more family friendly spots than you might think. And not all of it […]
All good in the hood. Had a check up yesterday which revealed the baby has already started to move head first into the pelvis. Which would be impossible if I had a severe stage of placenta previa, i.e. very good news. You can read more about this week’s pregnancy pains and aches here. On a […]
The washing machine is gently rumbling, the bags are unpacked (apart from the half-emptied suitcase that’s hiding underneath the dressing table) and the Ocado Man (long shall he live) has just dropped off our week’s supply of groceries. I am well and truly back. With me came the rain – sorry about that – and […]
That’s it – I’m coming home. Tomorrow will be the day to pack bags, desand beach toys and finish off the three last lonely ice cream cones that linger in the back of the freezer (fear not, I’ve got two very eager helpers readily at hand). It feels as if we’ve been away forever, and […]
A while back, I have been asked to join a small team of writers for the new Babycentre.co.uk blog. The blog went live this week, and I am chuffed to be part of this. So, in case you just can’t get enough of Metropolitan Mum, you can now also find me here.
I am trying to compare this pregnancy with the first one and am surprised how hard I find remembering the details. I can only hope that all things baby stuff will come back to me much more naturally. Alternatively, I am going to be in for another shock of nuclear catastrophe sized proportions.
I am thirty-six today. I am the happiest I have ever been – truly ‘bien dans ma peau’.
Now. How am I going to break the news to Big M that I won’t go back unless the weather changes?
Yikes, I can’t believe I am well into my 29th week already. Where did the time go? It feels as if the magical blue line on that stick only appeared a few days ago; yet I am supposed to hold a newborn baby in my arms in ten weeks time. I remember people asking me […]